to the same advertisement? At least three. Amanda had competition. Worse, the handsome gentleman had drawn closer and caught her gaze. Pearl swallowed the flutter in her stomach and tried to concentrate on the trouble at hand.
“How many could there be?” Amanda whispered, her voice shaking.
“It doesn’t matter if there are a hundred. Mr. Decker will choose the one who would make the best wife, and that is clearly—”
“A hundred!” Amanda paled. “There couldn’t possibly be a hundred.”
Why had Amanda seized on that small exaggeration?
“But I’ve placed all my hopes in him.” The mousy bookworm looked close to tears. “I hope he’s good and kind.”
Pearl felt Amanda tremble. Hugh Bellchamp had not been a kind man. Not only had he betrayed his engagement to Amanda, but he had also done so to elope with the daughter of the family that had taken in Amanda. His note, delivered the morning of the wedding, had spared no cruelty, citing her unknown parentage as the deciding factor. Amanda was not good enough to become a Bellchamp, not when the Chatsworth money was taken into account.
The redhead snorted. “I want a strong man, not some weakling who spends his time writing love poems.”
Pearl cringed, for Hugh had written Amanda dozens of poems during their courtship. She felt her friend sway. Amanda’s fan dropped from her hand and plopped into the water far below. “This is useless speculation, ladies. We won’t know the man’s character until we meet him.”
The ship turned just enough to cut off the breeze. The thick August air could make any woman perspire, but drops poured off Amanda’s forehead. Her ringlets looked damp beneath the small straw hat that afforded no shade whatsoever, and her color had paled even further. Since Pearl didn’t carry a fan, she tugged off her gloves and waved them in front of Amanda’s face.
“Perhaps we should find somewhere to sit.” She felt Amanda’s grip loosening.
“Oh, dear.” The bookworm’s eyes widened as she recognized the imminent danger. She looked left and right. “The only chairs are in the ladies’ lounge or upstairs.”
Too late. Amanda gasped ever so softly before slumping. Pearl reacted to her friend’s collapse, cradling her on the way down and taking the brunt of the impact. Her knees smacked against the wood deck, but Amanda landed without injury.
“Is she all right?” the mouse whispered.
The redhead pulled smelling salts from her bag and offered them to Pearl.
One whiff of the astringent contents sent Amanda into a coughing fit.
Pearl stroked the damp curls from Amanda’s face. “We need air, ladies, and some water would be nice.”
“I’ll fetch some.” The mousy woman hurried off.
That left the redhead. Pearl tried to hand back the smelling salts, but the woman’s attention was focused on something behind Pearl.
“Ladies.” A rich masculine voice rolled over Pearl’s head with the calming effect of a lapping wave. “Do you have need of a doctor?”
Without looking, she knew it was him. The hatless man. The man whose animated gestures had intrigued her. Her pulse raced. She didn’t dare look at him lest she lose her head. That would not help Amanda. So she kept her gaze focused on her friend and tried to ignore the girlish pounding of her heart.
The redhead seized the opportunity to extend a gloved hand. “We are most grateful for your assistance. This woman swooned.”
The man ignored her and peered at Amanda. “I can fetch a physician.”
“That’s not necessary,” Pearl said quickly. They could not afford the services of a doctor. “See, the color is already coming back to her cheeks.”
“She doesn’t have a fever?”
Pearl detected genuine concern in his question. “I think it was just the heat.” She left out the real cause. No gentleman wanted to hear that three women had cast themselves into the marriage market for the same man. “A glass of water is on its way.”
“You’re certain you don’t need a physician?”
Amanda managed to flutter her eyelids at him. “No, thank you, kind sir.”
That little flirtation stirred a most unwelcome feeling in Pearl’s heart. Amanda was her dearest friend. Pearl should be pleased that any man had pushed the memories of Hugh from Amanda’s mind, but why did it have to be this gentleman?
“I think it might be best to send for the doctor.” He lifted a hand to catch a porter’s attention.
“No!” Amanda shot to a sitting position.
“Opposed to physicians?” the man asked with a hint of amusement.
“Not at all,” Pearl replied. Neither of them had much money left after paying the costs of rail and ship travel from New York, even though the indirect route via Chicago proved least expensive. They would need every cent for room and board until Pearl began her new position. “Thank you for your consideration, but we will manage.”
Pearl began to stand, and he extended a hand to assist her. She hesitated, but at the redhead’s grunt of displeasure accepted his help. At his touch, a sensation like lightning shot from her hand to her shoulder. Her gaze locked on his. He lifted her like a fallen leaf. She didn’t feel her feet, couldn’t break the gaze, couldn’t think a single lucid thought.
He released her hand with a smile that took her breath away. Though dozens of passengers had boarded in Chicago, she had noticed him. Tall, dark-haired and elegant, he looked the picture of a gentleman. Now his manners proved him to be exactly that. No other man had come to their aid. Few even glanced in their direction. She became aware that she was staring again. It didn’t hurt that his blue eyes twinkled like the sapphires she’d once seen on display in a New York jeweler’s shop window.
After a final smile that dimpled his cheek, he turned to Amanda. “May I help you to your feet?”
“Of course,” she said breathlessly.
Pearl stared at her friend, whose gaze was riveted on this handsome gentleman.
He extended his hand. She put one gloved hand in his, and without the slightest effort he pulled her to her feet.
“Thank you,” Amanda gushed, gaze still fixed on him.
Pearl fought unconscionable waves of jealousy. Why should she care about Amanda’s interest in the gentleman? Amanda was the one who desperately wanted to marry. Pearl couldn’t, according to the contract she had signed. But his eyes... She struggled to draw a breath. Something about the man drew her like no other. Curiosity and intelligence and laughter danced in his eyes. He made her feel as if she had always known him, even though they’d just met.
He turned back to Pearl. “Are you well, miss?”
Pearl swallowed and found her throat dry and her voice missing. She settled for nodding.
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